Gems from American female poets: with brief biographical notices (Google eBook)

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H. Hooker, 1842 - Literary Criticism - 192 pages
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Page 77 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
Page 77 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 78 - By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things ; there were flowers and trees; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees; There were cities...
Page 71 - I am a Pebble ! and yield to none !" Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ; " Nor time nor seasons can alter me ; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain ; And the tender dew has sought to melt Or touch my heart ; but it was not felt. There's none can tell about my birth, For I'm old as the big, round earth.
Page 18 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale ; But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
Page 158 - ve nursed for thee the sunny buds of spring, Watch'd every germ the full-blown flowers rear, Seen o'er their bloom the chilly winter bring Its icy garlands, and thou art not here ; Brother, come home. Come home, Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody ; Brother, come home.
Page 78 - As we're hastening on in our boundless flight ; And over the mountains and over the deep, Our broad invisible pinions sweep. Like the Spirit of Liberty, wild and free ! And ye look on our works, and own 'tis we ; Ye call us the winds ; but can ye tell...
Page 153 - WHEN evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven , When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye; When Nature...
Page 163 - GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past ; The trembling hands on the deep are cast ; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks, the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is...
Page 60 - Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be

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